kamikaze

Christmas was ACE. had a lovely time with the family.
went up to my Mums christmas eve, made food, drank booze and was sent to bed at 11.30 yup, 11.30. had to wait till my wee sis was sleeping before being santa and setting out more than enough prezies for said brat, was then sent promptly to bed by Mum. Not much sleep was had in a bed made for an 8yr old, not only was I 5ft off the floor and surrounded by a don't fall out of the bed guard, which I banged my head off, that's an unpleasant way to wake up! but I was txt'd constantly. this I shouldn't complain about but when you're trying to sleep because in the morning a certain little someone is going to jump on you at 7am to "come see if santas been" it's no fun. opened lots of prezies did we and Brats toys did I play with!
Nana & Grandad came up for a feeeding and lots of joy was had. (eew, i sound like I should be in a christmas story) SORRY. well I ended the evening by drinking , going to the pub to meet my mates and drink more and more. got in a taxi that was amazing. it had a fluffy white ceilling and was driven by a greek man, thats about all I remember of the journey, I don't remember getting in the taxi. obviously got out the taxi and stayed over at one of my favourite friends flat. power shower in the morning, oh yeah!